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 May 2014 Kaye B Anderson
Antonio
In the silence,
your absence echoes
off of every surface.

The water
from the faucet
mimics the open
veins in my chest.

Filling the empty gap
where my heart
once was.

It's sickly splatter
pools in the basin
and pours into
the darkness.

Draining
into the void.

*How did it come to this?
Your eyes were the first thing I saw
Standing out like crystals
Blue like the sky
And clear
Your eyes held hope
And I could tell they had seen
The world
Pain
And loss.

I had been sad
I had been happy
I had never been in love
You took my sadness and made it yours
I took yours and made it mine
We were happy together.
Your eyes held me.
Clear and blue
Old and strong

Today you stopped loving
You disappeared into a black void
I can never love you again.
I tried to hold l your sadness
And make it mine
But there was so muck.
Like a single sponge verses an entire ocean
You loved me
But you realized I couldn't fix you
So you left
This world
Bleeding
In pain
All over your bathroom floor.

Your blue eyes in tears
Scarred by what they saw
And never to hold me again.
 Apr 2014 Kaye B Anderson
Zul
Boy
 Apr 2014 Kaye B Anderson
Zul
Boy
Here he is
on the swiveling chair
thinking about someone
who would eventually care

There he is;
concealed by the book cover
seeking refuge
in tales and fables,
the words started to hover
Sometimes
I wish I was a leaf
so I could always feel
the rain
the sun
and
when I felt like it
I could break free
and play in the wind

Sometimes
I wish I was a flower
so I could always see the stars
and get kisses from butterflies

Sometimes
I wish I was a bird
so I could sing all day
so I could soar high in the sky
so I could finally touch a bit of cloud fluff
and then
when I felt like it
I could fly somewhere new

Sometimes
I wish
I was anything
but me
The way he mouths her name
His precise tone and articulation
sends her crazed and off the edge
a bliss with no resuscitation
Exploring every inch with callused touch and hesitation
Whispered moans in exclamations
His kiss. His body. Her adoration
They build their high in accumulation
Released in sync, their exhilaration
Silent physical communication
Coming down with slow deceleration
They meet eyes and mouths in gratification
to slowly fall in reveries
from their affair and liberation
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
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